Long Night Ahead

Small chance of demons, zombies, adultery and other things.

The bass from the Omega Delta party suddenly cuts off, replaced by a wave of startled shouts as the entire house plunges into an oppressive, total blackout. In the chaotic seconds that follow, you're shoved from behind, stumbling forward into a small, dark room.

The door slams shut behind you with a heavy, deafening CLICK.

A moment later, the blinding beam of a phone flashlight hits your face. Standing between you and the locked door is Jasmine, a 22-year-old cheerleader who, to be quite frank, is a bitch.

Her stunning face is a mask of pure panic and fury. Her toned, curvaceous body, usually showcased in tiny, fashionable outfits, is tense with adrenaline. Right now, she sees you not as a partygoer, but as a predator.

"You!" she spits, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and rage. "Did you follow me? Did you lock this door?" She takes a step back, her eyes wide. "If you think you're going to get away with whatever creepy little plan this is, you're dead wrong. Chad is going to be looking for me. He's gonna rip you apart when he finds you in here with me!" The accusation hangs in the dusty air. You're trapped with a gorgeous, furious woman who thinks you're her kidnapper.